Imagination

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Imagination

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Maybe it is better not to know

taking shape in my mind I can draw you

next to me,

perfection simply known by desires

dabbed in colors sprung to life

on a way only I see-

Close your eyes,

can you feel my loving touch?

Gliding fingers past your breasts

every nerve asking for more

finding places deep within your core-

Close your eyes,

can you hear my shorten breaths?

Flaming slowly around your neck

while my hardness enfolds your back,

sometimes better to imagine than to see-

Close your eyes,

can you feel my weight on you?

Rhythmic cadence in between lodged

desires coming home,

lost in you,  bone to bone-

Close your eyes,

Can you love me without knowing who I am?

Every fiber of your body calls my name

for your skin to douse in passion

and set aflame-

H.O


“There are painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and their intelligence, transform a yellow spot into sun”

― Pablo Picasso

Window Pane

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Window Pane

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Such cruelty,

Tantalizing toy in the window pane

and my pockets empty-

Time ran out of change to pay for a stock

in your heart of gold, and I go insane

when inside my mind I can almost taste

your delightful treats

while dying of hunger enchanted and dazed.

I can’t hardly stare if could only knock

and you look my way,

but this life so cruel and won’t let me play

only stare in wonder at the window pane-

H.O


“But all these were things he could not want, because they were things he could not have, and wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness.”

― Cassandra Clare

Nested in Your Skin

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Nested in Your Skin

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Sometimes I wish I was again nested in your skin

and expressions could flow inside rivers of lust

caressing deeply buried fantasies lying dormant-

Other times I wish among my wants I could entrust

my heart in your loving hands, but to do so requires

to disregard an idea of me and a sense of you

letting go of imposed restrains and simply be-

Sometimes I wish we could be again defined as two

instead of one alone without another, to see

the want behind your eyes, the deep emotions

that rocked my nights knowing inside my heart

a life with you was not an end but a new start,

oh how I wish I was again nested in your skin-

H.O

“I am inhabited by a cry.

Nightly it flaps out

Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.”

― Sylvia Plath

Dream

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Dream

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Raw instinctual desires pressing hard

in the early morning hours leaving traces

of a dream,

forgotten acts of pleasure dancing around

in my half asleep mind, unknown faces

in recurring images that seem

to revive my need for a touch

and the hardness of a body warm

under sheets to be found

by eager hands-

H.O

Glint of Light

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Glint of Light

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There is nothing I can hold forever, nothing more

than a moment, hesitating resolve to leave behind

a glint of light that shines right through

and holds me there, because of you

so lost in dreams sometimes myself I find-

Oh how I want you, I did before

but let it go, sometimes seems best

to encase my heart inside my chest

and shut my eyes to keep me blind

to a glint of light that shines right through-

H.O

Before I Met You

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Before I Met You

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I dreamt of you before I met you

of pale white skin and thick full thighs

I dreamt of blue trapped in your eyes

and lost control around the curve

your lips would draw into a smile

the subtle laugh I much admired

that make me wish I could preserve

my dreams of you before I met you.

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H.O

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“Hold fast to dreams,

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird,

That cannot fly.”

― Langston Hughes

Red

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Red

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How that red will catch my eyes and torture dreams

sprouting schemes

within my wants and my desires

in tempting smiles

which paint illusions in red.

And red the color of my flame

underneath an aching pain

of dreams forgone,

but in a smile your lips prolong

a yearning look I entertain

while blindly lost in coral red.

H.O

“what red lips you have,” he said in her ear. Did she dare say it? “All the better to kiss you with, my dear,” she replied. And then their lips met.”

― Annette Curtis Klause, Blood and Chocolate